Suddenly, Liam jumped over the back of the couch and landed next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me to him. When I turned to smile at him, he kissed me, nibbling my lip, asking for entrance. Jeez, did he forget his mom was sitting there watching us?
I pulled away quickly, making him groan. "Angel, I haven't seen you all day," he whined, pouting like a little kid. I laughed at the word Angel; did he really call me that because he thought I was an Angel when he was six years old? "What are you laughing at, beautiful?" he asked, stroking the side of my face with the back of one finger.
